“Rainbow sugar, candied eyes. You have the potential to crack me open and let my feelings spill right onto the floor.”

You’re a work of art only just framed by my eager fingertips.

I’m still trying to fix up the wreckage you left behind, the chaotic strings of misery you let fall to the floor. Each piece delicately piercing my skin, the red glow a contrast to my continual white limbs.

Dreams of our last night together left a tingling feeling like a splinter in my skin. I couldn’t grasp it, but the glorious pain sat brewing into my bones.

Don’t let them take any more of your heart that you’ve already given them. Hold onto what you have left and build it again.

Your euphoric eyes hold me hostage.

I don’t mind wasting my hours with you.

You make the ocean in the pit of my stomach surge with overwhelming intensity.

This winter is quite inviting knowing your warm hands will be upon mine every minute.

Just you and only you. You fit so perfectly in my arms, in my bed and between my legs.

I seek out your skin at night.

I want to have my best days with you.

There won’t be anyone else. I can tell you that right now. Your eyes show me that you don’t believe that just yet. Even if it takes me months or years. I’ll make you believe it so.

Theres a lover in you somewhere.

You have hues of love on your skin.

Down upon my tongue I feel your skin sigh. A touch of sensual, luxury, and statisfy.

I hope when she touches you it burns holes into your skin and leaves scars where my lips would have been.

I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.

I told you about the moon, how it feels like your eyes; They both let me know where home is.

Nothing in the visual field allows you to infer that it is seen by an eye.

Touch you with no skin only with my eyes speak with no words only with my mind.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

Follow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.

The self-assured believer is a greater sinner in the eyes of God than the troubled disbeliever.

Your eyes tell a story and I long to complete it.